Single / Track
Belle
Lyrics
Little town, it's a quiet village
Every day like the one before
Little town, full of little people
Waking up to say
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
There goes the baker with his tray like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle!
Good morning, Monsieur!
Where you off to?
The book shop
I just finished the most wonderful story
About a beanstalk and an ogre and—
That's nice. Marie!
The baguettes! Hurry up!
Look, there she goes
That girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd
'Cause her head's up on some cloud
No denying she's a funny girl, that Belle
Bonjour!
Good day!
How is your family?
Bonjour!
Good day!
How is your wife?
I need six eggs!
That's too expensive!
There must be more than this provincial life!
Ah, Belle
Good morning! I've come to return the book I borrowed
Finished already?
Oh, I couldn't put it down! Have you got anything new?
Aha! Not since yesterday!
That's all right. I'll borrow... this one!
That one? But you've read it twice!
Well, it's my favorite!
Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise—
If you like it all that much, it's yours!
But sir!
I insist!
Well, thank you! Thank you very much!
Look, there she goes
That girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she's feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
And her nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle